I had a really strange dream last night. I was standing in an apartment hallway with Guy Carbonneau. He puts his arm around me and says "Moey, we've know each other a long time, is there any chance? Any chance of what, I asked." He says "of you know...." (This is a dream remember, we haven't known each other for a long time). I'm taken aback and say "are you kidding me? You haven't taken me out for a proper date yet, you need to pick up the phone and ask me in advance to go out somewhere." (This is really confusing, because why is he standing dressed in a suit and me in a dress if we haven't been out). He says "not even a kiss? Not a chance I say, you only get the cheek." (Face cheek folks; get your minds out of the gutter). So Guy stomps down the hall in a huff.
I woke up and actually started laughing, where the heck did that come from? Then I remembered reading a blog last night, it's called "Psycho Lady Hockey" and Katrina is the author. Here's the link:
http://psycholadyhockey.blogspot.com
It's entertaining and it's everything you ever wanted to know about puck bunnies but were afraid to ask. So I'm blaming this silly dream on Katrina.
As in life, sometimes dreams aren't fair, why wasn't the dream about Sheldon Souray? But then again, I should be thankful, it could have been Don Cherry.
2 comments:
As long as it's not a dream about Sean Avery.
Avery. Eeewww, sloppy seconds!
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